[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Nature Preserve - Cary, IL
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I ponder her question for a minute or so. [color=F7941D]“Well, I’m no connoisseur of art, but I think I would choose oil paintings. The brush strokes and techniques vary between each artist and the emotion you can feel just by looking at it seems…”[/color] I struggle to find the right word for it. [color=F7941D]“Enchanting? I don’t know,”[/color] I chuckle at my inability to find the right word. [color=F7941D]“My mom and my grandmother used to oil paint - I never saw my grandma actually paint but I’ve seen some of her paintings and have a couple at my place. My mom would take me with her on a hike so she could paint the view. When I got older, she started making me carry all the supplies.”[/color] I laugh at the memory before I turn my head to give a warm smile to Cass. 

[color=F7941D]“Do you think you like sculptures because they’re typically made of the earth? Like wood and stone is from nature, like your magic.”[/color]

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home- Chicago, IL
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[color=FFF79A]“I don’t need your trust or your friendship.”[/color] I say as I bristle, my own eyes shifting in anger. [color=FFF79A]“Isn’t Caden your alpha or whatever? Shouldn’t his trust in me be enough?”[/color] I swivel on my butt to pull both legs out of the water as I roll my eyes and stand. I brush off my butt in case there dirt on it, but I keep my glare on Avery.

I stretch my neck to crack it, feeling tension in me grow. [color=FFF79A]“Also, I don’t think it’s fair for [i]you[/i] to not trust people because they’re ‘closed off’.”[/color] I say with air quotes. [color=FFF79A]“Who would want to share anything about themselves around the brick wall that is your personality?”[/color] 

[color=FFF79A]”Enjoy your swim. I don’t think I enjoy the wet dog smell enough to stay out here.”[/color] He doesn’t actually smell like a dog, in fact I usually smell mint when I’m around him, but that’s not the point. I walk back towards the house, aiming to go back to my room or Caden’s library.